La La La La....I Can't Hear You!!!

“But they refused to heed, shrugged their shoulders, and stopped their ears so that they could not hear. Yes, they made their hearts like flint, refusing to hear the law and the words which the LORD of hosts had sent by His Spirit through the former prophets. Thus great wrath came from the LORD of hosts." Zechariah 7:11,12

BMW (Beautiful Men Worshiping)

Gentlemen, Is This You? Ladies is This True???

I don't know what it is
But I like your swagger.
I don't mean to be rude
But it's like your drunk in the Spirit
And you just stagger
In the presence of God.
It seems odd
But I can't seem to shake
You from my mind.
I think about you all the time.
It's that
Royal Thugness about you.
Like Jesus has Faithful and True
On His thigh like a tattoo.

It's not the ride on 24's
With the Lamborghini doors
But it's the way that you sway
As you're caught up
Saying,
"Jesus you're the one I adore."

Could you be the one
I've been waiting for?
Could you be the one
I've been praying for?
To watch a rock like you
Cry out in praise
Shows the glory
Of the transforming power
Of the Ancient of Days.

I have to go deep into God's presence
To crucify my flesh
Because honestly,
I can't stand to be too close
To your holiness.
And the anointing
That exudes from your pores.
I start thinking about
Being not just your shorty
But your queen
And how you could be my king.
How you could be for me
And I could be yours.
Making sure
That I cover you in prayer
As you conquer all the giants out there,
With no fear,
Because you know your warrior queen
Has your back on everything.
And her favor shuts down all
Attacks from the enemy
And brings you before great men
And great kings.

Could you be the one
I've been waiting for?
Could you be the one
I've been praying for?

A man whose low before Christ
But stands tall against opposition
With his strong stature.
Knowing how to prayerfully
Play his position
For my hand.
Will you be able
To run it full court
For the destiny God has for us?
Are you willing
To forsake all others to support,
The vision God has for you and for me?
Walking in paths of righteousness
To fulfill individual & collective callings
Are you willing to sacrifice to do what's best for me
And your family?
Can you prayerfully bring out the best in me?
Are you secure enough to let me be free to be me?
Will you allow me to speak into your life prophetically?
I'm not asking you to be a perfect man
But are you the perfect man for me?
Or am I lost trying to fulfill a carnal thug fantasy?

Harps in the Willows

We hung our harps upon the willows in the midst of it.
For there those who carried us away captive 
Asked of us a song,
And those who plundered us requested mirth,
Saying, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!” Psalm137:2, 3

Melancholy choruses

Blowing in the wind

Like a harp hung in the willows

Like a dream deferred

Withered in the sun.

There goes another one...

A gift, a talent

Buried in the sand.

Like a child

Throwing away a million dollars

Not knowing what she had in her hand.

We see it everyday

Those sour souls

Grinning behind gritted teeth

Because of the stench

That lies beneath.

In their hearts,

In their minds,

In their souls,

And their toes

The buried desolate remains

Of a destiny left to rot.

Purposes left for dead

After they've given it all they've got.

Or probably not...

Because fear of failure got

Their hearts on lock.

Yeah, America's got talent

But so does the world.

Unlike oysters without pearls,

If you were born,

You have it.

It's just a matter of you

Recognizing it.

Regardless of the contrary winds

And the opinions of siblings

If you would just see value

In your unique gift,

This world would be a whole lot different.

People would actually

Smile and mean it.

People would actually

Share their dreams

And folks believe it.

Because they've seen it

Happen for others before.

People wouldn't be

So jealous of one another

Because we'd all be

Getting our unique shine on,

One way or other.

Instead of being like Cain

And hatin' on our brother.

So unearth the seed,

The uncultivated fruit

God blessed you with.

Plant it in good soil

And pray hard on it.

Water it with the Living Word.

Resist the devil and he will flee.

And take away all his doubting birds.

Stand in expectancy

And give God praise

For every root and shoot

And continually

Walk in the light of holiness

Until you can enjoy the fruit.

And don't forget to share

And be shade for the upcoming new root.

He came that we may have life

And that more abundantly.

So break out of barrenness

And choose to be all that

God has called you to be.

Like trees of life

For the healing of the nations

Let us fully manifest

God's purpose for this creation

And build a forest of purposes

A monument; a testimony of triumph

For coming generations.